Cloudy
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Cloudy
Paul Simon
Cl
D
oudy,
The sky is grey and white and clou
G
dy.
Sometimes I think it's hanging d
D
own
F#7
on m
Ddim
e.
I
A
t's hitch-hike a hundred m
F#7
iles.
I'm a
A
rag-a-muffin c
Bm
hild.
P
E
ointed finger, painted smile.
I le
A
ft my shadow waiting down the
A7
road for me a while.
Cl
D
oudy,
My thoughts are scattered and they're clou
G
dy.
They have no borders,
D
no b
F#7
oundar
Ddim
ies.
T
A
hey echo and they s
F#7
well,
From Tol
A
stoy to Tinker
Bm
bell,
D
E
own from Berkeley to Carmel.
Got
A
some pictures in my pocket and a
A7
lot of time to kill.
Hey, Su
D
nshine--
I haven't seen you in a l
G
ong time.
Why don't you show your face and be
D
nd
F#7
my m
Ddim
ind?
Th
A
ese clouds stick to the s
F#7
ky,
Like a fl
A
oating question,
Bm
why?
A
E
nd they linger there to die.
A
They don't know where they're going, and my
A7
friend, neither do I.
Clo
D
udy, Cl
G
oudy, Clo
D
udy,
G
Cloudy.
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